"She told you?" Lois hollered.
Clark swallowed. "Ummm, yeah."
Lois looked like she was about to hit Clark. Instead, she breathed in, and crossed her arms. "Why did you not deem it important to tell me?"
"I ummm, I-''
"Just shut up, Smallville." Lois rested her head on the steering wheel. Clark looked down at his feet awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, Lois." He muttered under his breath.
"What?" She turned to him, not having heard.
"I said I'm sorry." He replied, turning to her. "I just…couldn't tell you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever."
Clark turned, staring out of the window. "Do you want me to leave?"
Lois was silent for a moment, then she shook her head. "As much as I dislike you right now, I really need your help to find her."
Clark nodded. "I'll do whatever I can to help out."
"Good. Hopefully, you'll make up for your stupid mistake." Lois puffed on her cigar and blew smoke in to his face. He coughed and held his breath. She smirked.
"That stuff could kill you, you know?" Clark said, waving smoke away.
"I like to live life on the edge." Lois replied.
"How cliché." He said.
Lois was about to reply when Clark noticed a truck coming by. It was big, easily 6 times the size of Lois's car. Something about the insignia on the driver's door caught Clark's eye. Something. Yes. He remembered something. 3 more trucks like these past by. Suddenly, Clark remembered.
"Follow that truck!" Clark yelled, pointing to the nearest one and hitting Lois's shoulder.
"Jesus Christ, Clark, what do they feed you in that farm?" Lois yelled out in pain.
"Sorry," Clark apologized, pointing, "but please, follow that truck."
"Why?" She asked.
"Just follow the truck!" He hollered.
"Alright, alright, touché." Lois raced after the truck. She pulled up beside it. The driver looked down at them. There was a moment of recognition. The driver was one of the robots that had been on the Kent farm that day.
The robot instantly recognized Clark. With that single moment of truth, he reached behind him.
Lois, even though not knowing the situation, knew what this meant. She veered wide left as the hail of machine gun bullets aimed at the car struck the road, burning it up. One bullet hit Clark's side review mirror and ripped it off the car.
"Asshole!" Lois yelled at the driver, "You're gonna pay for that!" Another hail of bullets was released. This time, Clark grabbed the steering wheel and turned it away. The car veered off and the bullets headed for a passing motorcyclist. Clark's Super speed allowed him to hastily reach out and grab the bullets, crushing them in the palm of his hands, unseen to the human eye. He dropped them to the ground and turned, to make sure Lois wasn't looking. She wasn't. Clark lightly tapped her on the head and she fell, unconscious. While steering, Clark put her in the back seat. He got in the driver's seat. He followed the truck, and switched lanes so they were on his right side and he was right across from the passenger door.
"Here we go!" Clark yelled. While steering with his right hand, he reached out and grabbed one of the pipes on the truck. Clark applied his strenght so that he dragged the truck slightly away from it's designated route. He dragged it closer to the speeding car. Clark's strenght would easily allow him to carry it, but he had a much better plan. He opened the door of the car, knowing Lois would curse him out if she ever saw this, he braked the car and simultaneously jumped out, landing on the side panel of the truck. Lois's car though, had safely stopped.
"You little bastard!" The robot shouted. He raised his machine gun and fired. The bullets bounced harmlessly against Clark's chest. They fell, flattened, to the ground.
"Remember me?" Clark asked. He looked around. Most of the other cars had stopped for Lois and the other's weren't looking. "Here goes," Clark whispered. He grabbed the passenger door and tore it off it's hinges. Then he tossed it on the ground, entering the car.
The robot was holding a thick knife. He jabbed it at Clark, but it shattered against his arm, breaking in a dozen little pieces. Clark hammered the robot in the chest, sending him flying back so he flew through the door, taking it with him, and landed twenty ft. away from the truck. Clark steered the truck. It was because of his strenght. He could easily run after the other trucks, but first, he had to see what they were doing.
He followed them at a normal rate, putting on a cap so they wouldn't recognize him if they looked. Atlast, they stopped at the Smallville Medical Center. They all got out, Clark with his cap pulled down over his head. Clark prayed that they wouldn't recognize him. Instead, the fifteen robots, including our favorite teenage hero. One robot turned to him and passed him a M16. They were all heavily armed. When the robot turned around, Clark quickly took out the clip and emptied in a trash can, then he returned the clip.
A tall, menacing looking robot spoke to each of them, "Remember," He said, "Both the Lang girl and her boyfriend, o.k.?" All of them nodded. Clark almost choked. So they were after Lana. By god, Clark would make sure they wouldn't get there. Still acting the part, they made their way up the stairs. They checked Lana's room 1st, then headed up to Jason's room. Clark kept his head down during all of this. They reached the hallway, silently. There was a nurse there. Some of the robots raised their guns, prepared to shoot.
"I'll take care of her," Clark said, trying to make his voice sound as robotic as possible.
"Good." Said one of them.
Clark grabbed the frightened nurse's arm and covered her mouth before she could scream. He then dragged her to a secluded area. "Listen," He whispered, as she was aimlessly trying to bite him, "They want me to kill you, but I'm not going to. O.k.?"
She nodded. He removed his hand. She was silent, obviously scared.
"Now, I need you to scream." He whispered. She looked up at him questioningly, "Just scream," He muttered, frustrated. She screamed. "Now go, quietly." She nodded and scurried away. Clark came back to the robots. A few of them looked suspicious.
"Why wasn't there gunfire?" One asked.
"I broke her neck." Clark answered simply.
With that, they continued down to Jason's room. Just as Clark was prepared to make his move, the robots saw them. There were men, heavily armed, already outside. It was obvious that they were about to open fire on the inside of the room.
The leader of the robots pointed, "Kill them!" He shouted.
The robots hastily obeyed orders, unleashing a hail of gunfire. Clark knew he couldn't blast them, it was too dangerous. But he had to save those men, even if they could have killed Lana. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
THEY WERE IN NEW YORK NOW. Manhatten to be exact. Evidently, Bart had forgotten he had a savings account. Evidently. It contained $20,000. Chloe didn't even want to know where that kind of money had come from. She simply waved it away when he tried to explain. She understood though. He wasn't a petty crook. He rarely stole from middle class. RARELY. He instead stole from the 'golds.'
They rented an expensive suite at the Ritz. Despite being on the run, literally, She had never had so much fun. He took her to see the statue of liberty. They ran over the water. They even snuck in to one Knick's game, easily of course. They were rarely on guard, knowing that if they were ever caught, Bart could easily get them out of the jam. Still, Chloe missed Smallville. She missed Her Dad, Lois, Lana, and yes…….Clark Kent. She rarely thought about him anymore. She didn't. Not with Bart. There was never a dull moment in there relationship. They progressed gradually, learning much about each other, even though they had only been away from Smallville for less than three days. They became more intimate, stopping short of erotic though. They both weren't ready and they both accepted it. That's what made it so much more special, Chloe thought, as they walked along the sidewalk, holding hands. Her head rested on Bart's shoulder, and he had his arm firmly around her.
She was carrying a shopping bag filled to the brink with clothes. She had insisted that one pear of jeans and a tank top was enough, but Bart wouldn't have any of it. We bought out half the store, Chloe mused.
"What are you thinking about?" Bart asked.
"You." She said, smiling warmly.
"Good or bad?" He asked.
"Good," She smirked, "But in a naughty way."
Bart pushed her playfully. She laughed and fell back in to him. They both tripped and fell, laughing. After just sitting there, holding her, they finally got the strenght to stand up. They walked on.
"Let's get some food." Bart said. They stopped at a hot dog stand. Bart got a chili dog and Chloe got a sausage sandwich. She sat down as Bart went to buy them drinks. She looked around smiling. Somebody caught her eye. Was that? No it couldn't be. Please don't be. It was one of the men that had attacked them at her house! She stood up shaking and he smirked. A truck passed between them. Chloe squinted. The man was gone!
"Something wrong?" Bart asked, appearing with a Vanilla Pepsi and a Mountain Dew. Chloe swallowed and shrugged. It could have been paranoia. She wasn't going to ruin their perfect day over something that might not even have been there.
"No," she shook her head, teasing, "Just looking at that cute guy over there."
Bart grabbed her playfully and kissed her lightly. He drew back and looked down at her closed eyes, "Still thinking about him?" He asked.
"Who?" Chloe asked dreamily.
"I thought so." Bart said proudly. He pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and he appeared in the seat across from her.
"Bart," Chloe said, feigning annoyance, "Not in public!"
"Catch me if you can, babe." He smiled.
"Don't do it, Bart." Chloe said, trying not to smile with him. What a beautiful smile.
He grabbed the ketchup bottle and squirted it over her head. The sauce flew over her head, then started to descend towards her. Then, it disappeared. Chloe crossed her arms and looked at Bart. He was in his seat, licking ketchup off the corners of his mouth.
"Show off!" She hissed.
"You know you love it when I do that, babe." He smirked.
"No, I don't." She lied.
He smiled, "Sure you don't."
"O.k., I do," She admitted, "But that doesn't give you a right to just do it!" Chloe snapped, trying desperately to feign annoyance.
"Who's going to stop me?"
"Well, somebody might see you!" She grabbed his sleeves to prevent him from demonstrating how fast he was. "O.k., you're t fast to see, but it's just not right."
"Who said anything about right, babe."
"You know I hate it when you call me babe." Chloe lied.
"Sure you do, babe." He smirked leaning back in his chair. He bumped in to a man who was sitting behind them.
"Watch what you're doing, you little punk." The man snapped, turning around, dropping his big chicken wing in to his plate.
"Sorry." Bart said innocently. The man turned to see his chicken wing was gone. It dropped from above, landing on his head and splattering sauce all over his carefully made up hair. The man turned around quickly and his chair tipped back falling. He stood up, prepared to hit someone. The blonde boy and blonde girl were gone.
BROCK EDWARDS turned just in time to hear the sound of firing. Eddie and his whole squad snapped back as the hail of bullets came towards them. Eddie closed his eyes. Everyone did. A few seconds later, they opened them, surprised to be alive. The bullets were gone! After the moment of stunned silence from both sides, Brock finally had the sense to open fire. It was an all out war between the robots and the mercenaries. Bullets flew across the room, blasting through walls. The robots got hit often, but they were barely affected, only dropping back slightly and regaining their composure.
Clark took this time to head to Lana's room. Countless rounds hit Clark but collapsed harmlessly to the ground. A robot raised his arm to one man. The arm turned in to an axe. The axe headed straight towards the man's face. Clark caught the arm and crushed it. Then he grabbed the robot and flung it out of the window. It fell to the ground below.
"Thanks, man." The mercenary said, "Too bad. You'd have made a good soldier." He raised his hand gun and fired at Clark. Clark disappeared. The mercenary looked around. "What tha hell?" A bullet was headed towards him. He sprang back but it was stopped when Clark appeared in it's path. The bullet hit his back and fell harmlessly to the floor. Clark clapped the man on the head, knocking him unconscious.
There was a bullet fight going all around. One man was aiming at him. Clark crushed the nozzle of the gun and hurled the man in to a robot. They flew through a wall. A robot swung at Clark. Clark ducked and grabbed the robot's arm, breaking it off. Then, he slammed the robot through the floor. A man smashed his machine gun against Clark's back. The gun broke in to half. Clark upper cutted him. The man flew and hit his head on the ceiling. Then he went towards the ground, breaking a table in half.
A robot smashed Clark in the chest. Clark flew back in the air and in to a man. They were both thrown in to a wall. The man was unconscious, but Clark was fine. Clark got out of the wall and zipped towards the robot, spearing it. They flew back in to a pole, cracking it in half, and then in to a bunch of sofas. Clark punched the robot in the face and it's head flew in to the air. Clark grabbed the head and crushed it. It's circuits were ruined.
Clark zipped towards a man and smashed him in the chest. The man flew back and through a wall. He landed and stood up groggily. Clark appeared in front of him. Clark flung the man through the hole he had just come from and right in to the path of a robot. The robot flung the man in to another wall. Clark appeared behind the robot and grabbed it's head, twisting it off it's screws. Then, Clark grabbed it around the waist and hurled it out the window. Clark heard something. He focused. It was a "Help!" coming from Lana's voice. He instantly zipped off.
THEY were going down the emergency exit. At the time it had seemed to be a good idea. But not now, since she had to support Jason throughout the long journey. He wasn't deadweight but damn close to it!
"Leave me here." He mumbled.
"No." She muttered, trying desperately to keep her balance.
"Leave me here, dammit!"
"No, Jason. I'm not going to lose you." He fell on her then, and they almost collapsed together. Lana caught a bar rail and supported herself with her foot. She cried out loud. She looked down at her aching, throbbing ankle. Thank god it wasn't already swollen.
"Stop being the hero, Lana, get the hell out of here." Jason managed.
Lana put her hand under his chin and lifted it up, eyes blazing, "Would you listen to me, dammit? I said I'm going to get you out of here and that's just what I'm going to do, o.k.?"
He was too tired to argue. All he managed was, "I love you, Lana." She smiled. This added to her newfound strenght. Their struggled down together, one step at a time.
"Hey, you!" yelled a voice. They looked up. It was one of the robots, pointing from the window they had just escaped out of. He was pointing an AK-47 at them. "Rest in Peace!" He shouted before he pulled the trigger.
CLARK could see the robot just beginning to pull the trigger. With all his might, he zipped through the room and tackled it. They both went down, on to the escape and over the balcony. Clark reached out and grabbed the rail while the robot grabbed his foot.
"Clark!" It was Lana. He couldn't use any of his abilities just yet.
"Lana!" He cried out.
"Oh, my god." She ran up to them. She looked around for something. Yes, the robot had dropped his gun when Clark had attacked him. Lana grabbed the gun and walked up to them. Clark was hanging on frantically, or atleast trying to look like he was. With one look at the boy she loved, Lana knew what she had to do. She opened fire on the robot, severing his one wrist. Only one hand remained. The robot drew himself up to Clark's level.
"I have something for you!" He whispered to Clark. With that, he drew a piece of glowing green kryptonite from his pocket and put it in Clark's flannel shirt pocket. He hit Lana in the leg so that she stumbled back and fell down the stairs, landing unconscious.
"Lana!" Jason screamed, maneuvering in to a seating position on the stairs. "No!"
"Goodbye!" yelled the robot and he slammed his fist in to Clark's knuckles and let go. With one last look at the girl of his dreams who was unconscious and hurt, Clark Kent slipped off the balcony railing and plummeted towards his death.